Picking Up the Pieces (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 32

There standing was.....

I squinted my eyes to make it look like I'm trying to look better, but I could see fine. There at the door was a very distorted, extremely pale, and a very explict looking Tasha, looking tried and on her own planet. She was trembling profusely as well. Quickly before anyone else could see her, I ran, took her arm and went outside with her. I took her behind the house where no one could see.

'Tasha, what the hell happened to you?" I asked, unsure where to start. She looked as if she seen some shit, and I mean some shit. Tasha was shaking a lot, but it's very humid outside, and she was straching her neck. "Where have you been?"

"I-I-I...." She studdered. Suddenly, she was very cautious of her surroundings, moving her head left and right very quickly. "I...I n-need help, (Y/N). I need m-mad help." She started. I looked back at her, confused and worried.

"How do I help?" I started to panic. I wasn't good with these types of situations, so if everything goes to shit, it'll probably be on me. I placed my hand on her arm, moving up and down. Tears started to foam up in her eyes.

"I-I-I-"

"Yo. Have you seen (Y/N)?" I heard someone ask from the kitchen window. I rolled my eyes. I looked back at Tasha, who was a complete mess. Her hair was unkempt, her makeup was smudged, and she smelled like garbage, to put it bluntly. Debating in my head, I made up my mind, headed inside and took a container and started to fill it with food.

"Hey," Abby came up behind me. "Where did you go?"

"Nowhere," I repiled, putting on the lid of the container. "Now if you'll excuse me," I went back outside, closing the door before the dirty blonde could ask anything else.

"Here." I handed the food filled container. "You can't be here looking like......this. Go....Ummmm...." I patted down my pockets for any money on me. I didn't have any but twenty dollars in my back pocket. I pulled it out, and placed it on top of her container.

"There's a motel somewhere there, tell the owner that you'll give them the money later." Tasha nodded and I turned her around, leading her to the bus stop. I sighed, entering the house again. Abby, in front of the door, looked at me with a raised eyebrow, arms crossed over her chest, one leg bent and a shit eating smirk on her face.

"Yes? How may I help you?" I asked, standing in the same pose as her when I entered the house.

"Who's your little friend outside and why did you give her money?"

"Reason that I can't expla-"

"Oi (Y/N)!" Mom yelled. "Get in here!!" I rolled my eyes and placed my arm on Abigail's shoulders, entering the living room with her.

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Finishing wiping down my "gift", I looked back at it in awe. My gift was for Mom, since a few day ago, it was the anniversary of dad's death. I socked a small picture of the three of us when I was a baby and when he was still alive before I ran away, enlarged it, and now framed it, which is why the mailman was here this morning.

I placed a finger over the framed picture, looking at how happy I was. I was a fairly chubby child because of my baby fat, so every time I smiled, I looked like a marshmallow. (Or a burnt marshmallow for all my black hoes) And I was very happy in the picture, and gladly, I remember events that led up to this picture. A wedding of mom's boss, and there was a lot of children to play with, hence why I was so happy. At one point, I was dancing with dad on the dance floor, until the camera man asked up for a picture.